Chapter 84

Once I was outside the store, I noticed a little more traffic on this floor. It seemed the afternoon rush was starting. The people around looked at me when passing by, and only a few gaped at me. It’s not that I had much experience with this yet, but I had always thought that if people would catch me naked in the city, they would swarm me to look at that weird girl walking around without clothes. I even expected them to touch me; well, in my fantasies, I always imagined how they would do that. It seemed the reality was much different from my fantasies. Maybe it was okay that they were this relaxed about a naked girl among them. To tell the truth, I don’t think I would have liked it if all those people had come to me to touch me, although I still thought that maybe someone would do this to me sometimes. I was still sure that some less mature boy or girl would want to get to know my body better.

Nevertheless, I walked briskly towards the escalator while thinking those thoughts because I didn’t want anyone to stop me. I needed to return to this woman and, more importantly, to Brenda and Sam.

I carefully stepped on the escalator and let it return me to the lower floor. While doing this, I also had a little time to think about what had just happened. I had never thought I would ever be as exposed as I had been in that store. The way I had been sitting there on the counter, I bet everyone, even those further away from me, must have had a perfect look at my body. And then there was Eric. I loved how he touched me like I wasn’t real, I must say. I would want to do this again sometime in the future, maybe with someone recording it all. I bet this could be a hit on my website as well. This sure had been something I hadn’t thought about doing, not even in my wildest fantasies.

At the bottom of the escalator, I was cautious again and stepped over the junction with those nasty teeth. Although I knew their function and was sure shoes wouldn’t be destroyed by them, I still thought naked feet wouldn’t like it, and I wasn’t planning to test it.

I looked in the direction of Burger Queen. The woman and the boy were still sitting at their table, and the woman was looking in my direction, smiling. I walked towards them, and the boy only noticed me when I reached their table.

“You took your time,” the woman said with a smile.

“I’m sorry,” I said while giving her son the package I was carrying. “Many unexpected things happened in that store.”

She smiled and asked, “Did you get my present.” I noticed she looked down at my pussy. So, I turned towards her and opened my legs while pushing my pussy towards her.

She giggled momentarily and asked, “Did that boy put it inside you?”

“Yes, he did,” I said, smiling back at her.

“How did it make you feel?” the woman asked.

“Hmm,” I thought about it. “To be honest, I thought it was hot. Especially because the boy put me on the counter facing all the customers.” I then giggled and explained, “While he did this, a woman came to ask him what he was doing. He then pulled your surprise back out of me and showed this woman what he was inserting. He even went to help her while a girl working there told me to sit still when a guy walked up to us. She told him I was the newest realistic sex doll, after which he did a comprehensive inspection of my body.”

The woman laughed, saying, “I would have loved to see that! And, did he believe the girl?”

I chuckled and said, “He did. He even pointed out some things that weren’t realistic on my body.”

She looked puzzled at me and said, “What’s not realistic about you?”

“Well, my skin, for starters.”

“Your skin?”

I offered her my arm and said, “Just take a feel.”

She rubbed her hand over my arm and looked astonished, “Your skin does feel strange,” she said.

“Can I have a feel?” the boy asked.

“Of course,” I told him.

Before I could offer him my other arm, he stood up and stood next to me. He decided he wanted to feel my back and tummy with his hands.

“Your skin feels nice,” he told me. “Umm, was there anything else this guy found strange about your body?”

I smiled at the boy and said, “Well, like many before him, he thought my breasts didn’t look real, but he did say that they felt genuine.”

“Can I?” the boy said while looking at my breasts.

“Sure,” I told him.

I turned to face him, and he used both hands on my breasts. “Mom! I was wrong,” he said.

“Wrong?” I looked at the woman.

“My son thought your breasts had been surgically enhanced,” she said, smiling. “I told him they weren’t.”

“Why did you think they were real?” I asked her while her son kept on playing with my breasts and also my nipples. I was surprised that this didn’t distract me from the conversation with the woman. Although, it still did feel nice.

“I tried to find surgical scars but couldn’t find any. Even the best plastic surgeon always leaves some scars. Well, mostly around the nipples,” she smiled. “I can know because I have those almost invisible scars around my nipples. That’s the best you can hope for.” She looked at her son and asked, “What do you think? Want to get a girlfriend now so you can play more with girls’ fun bags?”

He pulled his hands away and started blushing, “Mom!” he complained while he looked around him. When he noticed a cute girl looking at him smiling, he blushed even more. He quickly sat down again and tried to act as if he wasn’t embarrassed.

I looked at the woman, and she asked, “Could it be this guy also made a remark about your pussy?”

“So, you also noticed it then?” I asked her back.

She smiled and said, “Well, that clit is for sure sticking out a lot!”

“Yeah, she is special,” I said jokingly. “Do you want a closer look?” I asked her.

The woman looked at her boy and asked, “Maybe my son would love to take a closer look?”

“Mom!” he said, shocked, blushing even deeper red. I had never seen a guy’s face turn as red as his. It was strange how I was the person standing here completely naked and not feeling any shame about it, but he was blushing this fiercely just because of me standing here while his mother teasing him.

The woman giggled and said, “Maybe next time.”

“Maybe you would like to take a look?” I took a step closer to her.

I think I wanted to turn the table on her; however, to my surprise, she wasn’t shy about it because she responded, “I wouldn’t mind!”

So, I got even closer to her, and she didn’t hesitate for a second and just started touching my clit. Pushing it down to the side, grabbing it, and then pulling on it. Only softly, though, it was apparent she didn’t want to hurt me. I was sure that, as a woman, she knew how sensitive this little spot on our bodies could be.

By the intensity of the feelings going through my body, while she manipulated my love button, I knew I was still very close to having an orgasm. My level of arousal was very high, even when I didn’t notice it all the time.

She eventually let go of my clit and asked, “How come you don’t have a hood covering your little joystick?”

I giggled when I heard what she called my clitoris. But, yes, maybe it does look like a little joystick, just like a boy’s penis looks like a large joystick.

I tried to shock her again by saying, “When I’m very aroused, my clit gets erect like this, and because of it, the little fleshy part that covers my clit is pulled out, so it looks like I don’t have anything at all.”

“Interesting,” the woman said. “I wonder? I need to ask my hubby next time.” She sighed and said, “I have taken enough of your time. There was a girl, umm...”

“Brenda,” her son said.

“Yes, Brenda. She was looking for you. She looked upset but calmed down after I told her about what you were doing for us. However, she said you had to hurry up when you returned. So, sorry, I held you up again.”

“Oh! Then I better get going,” I told the woman. “By the way, Thank you for my gift.”

“You’re welcome,” the woman said, “I hope you will have as much fun with it as I have sometimes.”

“To tell you the truth,” I told the woman. “I don’t really feel much from it.”

“Wait until you do!” the woman said, smiling. “It’s going to blow your mind! I’m sure.”

I wanted to ask her what she meant, but she said, “It will surely be a surprise! Now, go on because you still have a few tables to visit. I think there is one in particular that could get very interesting.”

Again, I had no clue what she meant. I knew there were still three tables left I needed to go to, but I had already seen those people before I came outside earlier, and they didn’t look different from the other people I had talked to before.

I said goodbye to them, and just before I walked away, the woman said, “Oh yeah! I gave Brenda my contact info. Let me know what you think of my present. Will you?”

“I will,” I told her, finally walking to the restaurant’s entrance.

When I walked in, I noticed that the closest table now had three boys sitting on it, and the other two, those against the wall, had a group of girls sitting there. They had to be around my age or maybe a little older. They all wore the same funny clothes; one girl wore a small wedding veil.

Oh! Fuck! I thought, A bachelorette party! I was sure this was the table this woman had referred to. Knowing how crazy our party had been for one of my friends last year, I could already guess they would have a lot of fun with me. I could only hope that they weren’t drunk yet, so their inhibitions were still intact.

While I walked towards the table with the boys, those women noticed me and applauded. One of them even shouted, “Baby! This is the table you need to be!”

“I’ll be right over!” I called out, sounding as sweet as I could. “But let me first go to them.”

The three boys looked thrilled when I approached them. Well, I’m sure they must have noticed me talking to that woman and boy outside, so they were excited to see me there. Now that I was walking towards them, their excitement only increased. The same probably applied to those women of the bachelorette party.

When I reached the boys’ table, I said, “Hi! My Mistress sent me over to ask you guys if you maybe wanted to play with me. If you do, you can do anything you want with me.”

“Anything?” one of them asked.

“I know what I would love to do with you,” another boy said. “But I don’t think they would allow us to do that here.”

“And what is that?” I asked him.

He smiled and answered, “I want to fuck your brains out!”

“I could always ask someone behind the counter if we can,” I told him without hesitating.

“Umm...” he let out, shocked by my response.

“Didn’t think she would respond like that?” the boy beside him asked.

“Umm...” the boy responded again.

“Wait! I’ll go ask,” I told them.

“No! No! Wait!” the boy quickly said, looking somewhat embarrassed. “I’m sorry! I ... I just wanted to tease you, that’s all.” He looked at the other boys and said, “Maybe ... we could pose with her? I think that would be nice! Don’t you think?”

The other two boys chuckled, and one looked at me and asked, “Would that be okay?”

“Of course,” I told him, then looked at the guy who wanted to fuck me and asked, “But I can still go and ask if we can have sex in here. If you want?”

“No! That’s not necessary,” he said quickly. “I was just joking.”

“Pity,” I said cheekily. Although, I was just bluffing and trying to embarrass this boy. But somewhere, far in the back of my mind, I wondered if I would have gone along with it. If we got permission, of course, and if he really wanted to have sex with me. I can’t explain it, but I thought I would have done it.

But with him backing down, I had a photo session with them instead. First, I posed with two of them while the third took a picture with his smartphone, then switched until I had posed with all of them.

The guy who had joked about fucking me got some of his bravado back because he asked, “Could you pose sitting on a chair for me, with ... your legs spread?”

“Sure,” I told him. I took one of the chairs and sat on it, spreading my legs wide.

I noticed his eyes getting bigger, but not in a good way. He asked, “Are you on your period?”

I giggled and said, “No, I have some Ben Wa balls up my coochy!”

“Can you show them to us?” he asked me.

I nodded and grabbed the little string hanging out of my slit. I didn’t need to put much force behind it. The little balls exited my vagina easily. While I did this, I noticed some of my juices being pulled out as well, making the entrance and below my hole very wet.

The women from the bachelor party made a lot of noise when I did this. Most of them were keeping an eye on me, and by how they were acting, I think they had to be a little drunk already, which didn’t bode too well for me.

I showed the boys the Ben Wa balls, and one of them said, “I thought those balls would be bigger.”

“That’s what I also thought when I saw these,” I told him. “I have a set at home. Those are much bigger than these.”

“Do they still feel nice,” another one wanted to know.

“I’m not sure yet,” I honestly said. “I think these balls will give me a nice buzz, but that’s all.”

“Well, that’s something,” he chuckled.

“Can you keep them out while I take a few photos?” the potential fucker asked.

“Sure,” I told him.

After I had put the little balls on the table behind me, I focused on posing for those boys again, and all of them took their time to get the best angle of me and my pussy. And then, one of them even came very close to having only my pussy in the shot.

After they were done taking their pictures, the one who had said he wanted to have sex with me said, “Thank you for this! And, sorry that I was somewhat upfront with you. It was just for fun! I promise.”

“It’s okay,” I told him.

I was about to get up when another boy asked, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Oops,” I responded and turned to grab the little balls from the table.

“Can I film you putting them back in?” the same boy asked.

“Sure,” I told him. So, I waited until he was filming me and started to slowly put those little balls back inside my pussy.

When I was done and pushed them deep inside my pussy, the boy stopped filming and said, “That was so cool!”

I stood up and asked, “Anything else I can do for you?”

“No,” the third boy said. “Thank you for doing this for us!”

“You’re welcome,” I told him. Then looked at the boy who wanted to fuck me and asked, “Sure, I don’t need to go ask for permission!”

“I’m sure,” he said, smiling.

“Your loss!” I told him. “Well, I think those women now need my attention.”

“They look eager for you,” the one who had filmed me putting in the balls said.

“I know,” I told him, feeling a little nervous about going to them, but I’ll do it because Sam told me to go to every table.

Now, I regretted not having done all the tables inside first because earlier, the people sitting at those two tables had been older and probably less enthusiastic about getting their hands on me.

I had only taken two steps when I noticed how excited those women were. One of them shouted, “Yes, baby! Come sit with us now!” She patted her hand on the spot of the long bench against the wall. She wanted me to sit just in between the two tables.

A quick headcount told me there were eight, four on each table. The bride was left from the spot where they wanted me to sit.

I could hear the bride say to the other woman, “I would have preferred a male stripper! But! A naked girl is also fun to play with!” All the women laughed while they looked at me.

When I was sliding between the two tables, so I could sit where they wanted me, I felt one of the women grabbing my ass and squeezing it.

“That’s a nice firm ass!” the woman said while shaking my buttocks.

After I sat down, I looked at the woman who had touched me and said, “Thank you for the compliment.”

She smiled at me and said, “You’re so cute! But those breasts look even better. How much did they cost you?”

“Nothing, except for the food and energy I needed to grow them!”

“No way! Those are reeeal?”

“Yep!”

“I don’t believe you,” she said.

“Do you want to feel them?” I asked. Well, I really didn’t need to ask. By now, I knew that all women and men wanted to touch them, and it was becoming a prevalent thing for me to do.

“Sure!” the woman responded and got up from her chair.

I did the same and stood with my hands behind my back, pushing my breasts slightly forward. The woman placed her hands on my breasts and started shaking them at first, then squeezed them, and only then she said, “Fuck! I’m jealous. Those things are really real!” She ended it by softly slapping my left breast with her right hand.

She then sat down again, and I noticed her eyes went down my body towards my pussy. She got a naughty smile and said, “I never thought I would say this, but damn, a bare pussy looks nice, and I love how your clit is sticking out like that.”